**Anna's POV** Chloe, always eager to keep the spotlight on herself, suddenly turned towards the stage and tapped her champagne glass with her manicured nails to get everyone’s attention. The chatter in the room gradually died down as she and Luca stepped up to the microphone, all eyes now focused
**Anna's POV** Sitting in the car with the soft hum of the engine in the background, I replayed the video for what must have been the tenth time, each viewing only deepening my sense of disgust. The grainy footage on my phone screen showed Chloe with a man who was clearly not her husband, Luca. Th
**Anna's The young man didn’t bother with a proper answer. Instead, he moved closer, his intentions clear as day. “I missed you, Chloe,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with that overconfident charm that only boys his age could muster. He didn’t wait for an invitation; his hands were on h
**Anna's POV** After the chaos and intensity of the day, I needed a moment to unwind and collect my thoughts. I decided to treat myself to a luxurious bath, something I hadn’t done in far too long. I filled the bathtub with steaming hot water, adding lavender oil and bath salts, the rich scent of
**Anna's POV** He hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing his options. I couldn’t help but smile at his reluctance. Here was the man who had faced down some of the toughest adversaries, yet the idea of being caught with a companion seemed to fluster him. I decided to ease the tension, leaning int
**Anna's POV** “Will do,” James affirmed, the sound of his keyboard clicking faintly in the background. “And one more thing, boss. I’ve also been keeping tabs on the fallout from the video release. The media is eating it up, and the Scotts are scrambling to do damage control. It’s all over social
**Chloe's POV** Watching myself on the screen, tangled up with three men at once, was beyond mortifying. The video captured every sordid detail, and while I might have enjoyed those moments back then, seeing it now made my stomach churn. This wasn’t just a personal shame; it was a full-blown disas
**Chloe's POV** My mother, noticing my agitation, grabbed my hand with a firm grip, her nails digging slightly into my skin. She pulled me, along with my father, out of the room as if to shield me from the lingering stares. I followed them in a daze, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge and hum